The silence was the first thing you noticed. You look up from your glass vessel. To each side of you, were miles of empty beach. To the front of you was a collection of large, unfamiliar trees and flora. “Shit!” you thought. You are not the beach back home, nor were you on some beach of Europe or Asia. “Shit! Shit! SHIT!” You try to think. You are not big enough to be spotted by boat or plane. You quickly dismissed the thought of open sailing. You didn’t know how to sail, and you could easily get pulled unto some other abandoned island, or worse. And the chance of someone stumbling upon the island was small. “SHIT” you were truly trapped. You think of what to do when…
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